Devour You

55

Rio

The pouring water is hot, generous, smacking against my bare shoulders. I run my hands across my wet face, as I allow for the liquid to slip down my back carelessly.

After I took Victoria to the all too familiar open field, we came back home and she offered to prepare lunch while I get cleaned up. So I've been in the shower for only a few minutes, while the beautiful fiancé is downstairs.

Speaking of which, I didn't expect for today to be the day we already choose the place we're gonna wed, at all. But that peaceful field is what the queen decided on, and it's what she wants, so she's gonna get it.

I feel my wet lips quirk up, when I reach for the sponge under the diffusing shower head. As the spongy material is lathered in Axe body wash, I drag it across my tan skin, all over.
And letting the dark blue soap do it's job on my skin, I start working on my short hair; running my fingertips through it roughly with shampoo and conditioner.

I step up to stand firm under the giving water, as it rinses my naked body off - the hot water earning for a smooth and relaxed breath to escape my wet parted lips as I can feel the large bathroom gaining it's steam.

A few moments after, I turn off the shower head and grip my white towel, wrapping it around my hips just below the v-line that showcases. Stepping out of the spacious shower, I head over to exit the bathroom to get dressed - already containing the anticipation of seeing my fiancé once I'm ready to get downstairs.

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Hopping down the stairs of our house in my white t-shirt and black jeans, I instantly spot the back of Victoria once I hit the last step. Her short figure is clothed in one of her polka-dotted button down blouses, in dark blue jeans that bring out her curves. Her usual wavy brown hair pinned up in a messy bun, as she searches a cabinet in front of her.

I crack a smile, before sneaking up behind her. When I reach her body, I sneak either arm of mine around her waist, pulling her against me for her back to press against my hard chest.

Victoria slightly jumps, before she recognizes my touch and relaxes her shorter frame in my arms. She rests her head back on the left side of my chest, just below my beating heart. My lips instinctively tug upward.

"What's goin' on ma?" I start lowly against her. My teeth tug at the tip of her ear, earning for her to plaster a visible smile.
But shortly after, Victoria releases a faint sigh, before gently making me release her as she turns around to face me. Her light brown eyes hold my darker ones, and for a moment I feel trapped in an immense bliss.

"Well, I can't find the tortillas. Actually I don't think we have any." She says before tucking back some loose strands behind either ear. Her pink cheeks puff out from another sigh she diffuses, and my gaze averts down to her matching lips.

I wanna lean in and kiss her, but I can tell by the slight distress radiating off of her that she just needs a listener. I cross my arms across my chest firmly, and momentarily lick my lips.

"Why do you need tortillas?" I ask her, watching her once averted gaze jolt onto mine again.

"The ranch chicken wraps, Rio!" Victoria says, her tone piped but soft at the same time. She walks past me, and as I turn around to keep my eyes on her I watch her grab her purse on the kitchen island.

"So I guess this means I'm off to the store." She says, locking onto my dark brown eyes. I watch Victoria perch a cute brow. "You coming?"